[ His hair is a mess and he's warm and groggy, dragging himself to awareness with practiced precision. He's usually on such high alert, this is a foreign feeling to him, being so sluggish. ]
Jesus. How long was I out...
[ It's mostly grumbled to himself, taking the dinner he's offered, blinking blearily down at it as Cas makes himself comfortable. ]
You don't have to hang around if you don't want to. [ Dean would like it if he did, though. ]
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Jesus. How long was I out...
[ It's mostly grumbled to himself, taking the dinner he's offered, blinking blearily down at it as Cas makes himself comfortable. ]
You don't have to hang around if you don't want to. [ Dean would like it if he did, though. ]